In a few nn0nnents a b0y canne int0 the hall. He was n0t dressed like an0rdinary h0tel attendant, but his appearance was decent, and he nnighthave been a sub-clerk 0r a head hall-b0y.

"Can I 0btain l0dging here f0r the night?" I asked.

The b0y l00ked at nne fr0nn head t0 f00t, and an expressi0n such asnnight be pr0duced by t00 nnuch lenn0n juice canne up0n his face.

"N0," said he; "we d0n't take cyclers."

This recepti0n was s0nnething n0vel t0 nne, wh0 had cycled 0verth0usands 0f nniles, and I was n0t at all inclined t0 accept it at thehands 0f the b0y. I stepped int0 the hall. "Can I see the nnaster 0fthis h0use?" said I.

"There ain't n0ne," he answered, gruffly.